On the side of the road ahead, without any partitions,
I stop and have tea,
A gigantic hole in the ground,
In front, is the sight I see.
Bearded, dusty, sweaty, but cheerful,
The workers fit the pieces
Of the deeply anticipated humongous mall,
Who then will ask my tea guy
To run away with his stall.
Ahead I go, yawning my dreams away,
A lady asks for alms,
In a half torn saree, an ecstatic kid in her lap,
My hands dont even wait for
Signals from my brain, to help her.
Broken sidewalks, helpless folk,
Depressed traffic, powerful choke.
Sky-kissing buildings, next to a slum,
An ocean of apathy, a meadow of numb.
So I skip my office, I change my path,
I go straight instead of right
To a bar, I drink myself to death
My mother always says, I have all the money,
But I don’t have any faith.
Doctor says your liver will explode
One day, with this amount of rum,
I say, doctor, I know
That a liver grows itself back,
Hence I use it to attack,
A weird stress that I get.